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[Nov. 3rd, 2006|08:54 am] |
| [ | music |
| | U2 - Beautiful Day | ] |
sometimes when you like wake up in the morning, it's like, well you know, like why the fuck?
especially when you wake up and kids are gone and they haven't turned on the heating. then you want to make some BLACK coffee and in the cookie box there's no coffee for some reason. I mean, it's always there.
then you go on skype (with ice tea for you're too lazy to make something better) and the electricity just blacks out. perhaps i just live in the wrong region.
and you put your playlist on and it's u2 'beautiful day', and you think, how did they get the point so soon. :) |
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| How Perspective Changes |
[Nov. 3rd, 2006|11:50 am] |
| [ | somewhat |
| |  contemplative | ] |
Talking to Asian people online. The Chinese mainly. I tend to complain about my traumatised childhood; I keep back when I'm online though. People don't need to know everything.
So it just came out one day.
"I live with my grandmother", says Yang and I just accidentally type "is it easy?"
He's like, "in what way" and I'm all confused at that point already.
"Well, in general", I try to get the topic through with but - soo iku ka?? is it that easy? no.
So I get to explain. Instead of saying it was a fucking trial with my granny, I say "well, my grandmother is a difficult person".
He's like "don't say that".
And horahora, how my attitude changes. "I know it was my fault mostly." For not being able to understand.
(somewhere deep inside I still believe that Latvian grannies differ from Chinese ones. HOPEFULLY.)
Perhaps the more I talk to the Chinese, the better I'll become at interpreting the mishaps of my existence. "my mother beat me up" becomes "due to my impertinence we had a sad evening".
It's a good direction for development though. |
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